MTL - The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife-Chapter 2141 Chuan Rong's Love (22)

Mu Tangchuan looked at her over the head and quickly recovered his gaze.

"I think they are a pair of live treasures. They look very good. The whole person doesn't look like this age."

"Because their consciousness is to maintain such a state of mind, and grandparents often go to the mountains, the air in the country is good, and the environment in which people live is relatively comfortable. So, it is a good way to maintain a mentality."

Although Zhuang Shurong does not often go through the country, she occasionally admires the short life in the country. However, it is not convenient in the city.

There is no dispute with the world, in fact, it is more suitable for the description of the life of the old couple.

"Also, in fact, when Grandpa and Grandma were not willing to live in the city, I still don't quite understand it, but now I see their life like this, but I understand it. Grandma said that she still prefers to live alone with her grandfather. When I was a child, she still remembered to take me. Now that I am sensible, Grandpa has retired, so I thought about going back to the country with my grandfather."

“Grandma seems to have a soft spot for life in the country?”

"Grandma is a person who goes to the countryside and is also out of the countryside. She said that she has a big mountain feeling."

Zhuang Shurong smiled helplessly. "She often instills such a yearning with her grandfather, so Grandpa probably wants to make up for her grievances over the years, so she only followed her."

The two said, the kitchen also heard the old couple's two quarrels.

"I said that the salt is put more, and if you want to add soy sauce, you will be free! You still don't believe it!"

There is dissatisfaction in the voice of Zhuang’s father.

"If you add a little water, you won't have it? I want you to talk more, teach me how to do it all day, have the ability to do it!"

The voice of Mrs. Zhuang’s wife is not to be outdone. “I don’t like you at all. I don’t like to be arrogant. It’s like you will cook in the world. I love how to do it. You go out, don’t. Come to hinder me."

"What is it that hinders you, without me pointing, your cooking skills can be obtained, and practice should rely on theoretical guidance. Do you understand this?"

Zhuang Laozi is not convinced. "You, this person, everything is good, it is temper, not modest, others point out your shortcomings, you should accept it with humility, be a teacher..."

"Be a teacher! I want you to talk to people, go out!"

The voice of Mrs. Zhuang’s impatient voice came, followed by a beat, not waiting for Mu Tangchuan to react with Zhuang Shurong. Zhuang’s father had been pushed out of the kitchen by his old wife.

‘Hey! ’

When the door came, the old man turned his head and saw that the two children were looking at him. The old face seemed to have a slight groan. He coughed and said, "This, your grandma is not modest, still for last night. The thing that played mahjong didn't give her water was angry with me. Don't ignore her, let's continue to drink tea and continue to drink tea."

When I heard Zhuang’s explanation, Zhuang Shurong’s thoughts were grinning, but it was swept away by Zhuang’s father, and he could only accept the smile.

Mu Tangchuan was calm and calmly poured tea on Zhuang’s father.

"Grandpa, you have been with your grandmother for so many years, still haven't changed, playing like a family, and it's just like this. It feels quite amazing."

"Yes, not everyone has a measure like your grandfather. I didn't care about your grandmother. Otherwise, I can't go on. I am not humble and horizontal. The worst soldiers I have ever brought are not like her. Horizontal, if not your own wife, I have already changed."

Zhuang’s father said that he was not at all polite.

However, Zhuang Shurong knows very well that his father’s feelings for his grandmother are not without.

In the early years, once she went back to the country for a holiday, her grandmother had a high fever in the middle of the night. Grandpa should be carrying her a few kilometers of mountain roads and sent people to the health center. She also comforted her grandmother along the way. Just like a little girl.

At that time, Zhuang Shurong realized that Grandpa’s feelings towards Grandma were deep, that is, his mouth owed, and he liked to say something that was not on the road. Zhuang Shurong was quite helpless, but since they used to do so, they felt happy. It is.

"Okay, good! Grandpa, Grandma is not arrogant, you have to bear with me. You are a long-term official, and you will never care about her, right?"

"Well, yes, don't care about her, and bear it."

This time, Zhuang Laozi was considered to have eased.

Perhaps it is accustomed to the reason for giving orders before, Zhuang Laozi is to insist on his own correctness, and it is necessary to make a decision.

At this point, Zhuang Shurong is quite like him.

The dinner was done very quickly. It was a very authentic home-cooked dish. It was full of color and flavor. When I went to the table, Zhuang Shurong looked at it and felt that I was hungry. I ate two bowls of rice very rudely. For her less, this time, Mu Tangchuan was a little surprised.

But to tell the truth, the craftsmanship of this old lady is really good.

After dinner, several people roasted around the stove for a while, and from time to time they could hear the sound of firecrackers, and the air poured out in the air.

A few people are also very interested in chatting about the New Year, of course, accompanied by the bodyguards who accompanied them.

The family is still quite big. There are eight or nine rooms in size. The rooms in Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong are next to each other. When you come out of the balcony, you can see the balcony next door.

Mu Tangchuan took a bath and listened to the sound of the fireworks outside, and then went to the balcony.

Sure enough, in the night sky outside the balcony, the fireworks were wearing cold air, blooming in the stormy winds.

"The countryman used to celebrate the New Year after the New Year's Eve, so the time is coming, and the outside will be very lively. There will be a big show in the town tomorrow morning. This is a program they like very much. Also, tomorrow morning, we can still hurry to get red envelopes in the New Year. At this moment, the children are rushing to sleep."

Mu Tangchuan just stood on the side of the guardrail, and the sound of Zhuang Shurong came from behind. Mu Tangchuan quickly looked back and saw that Zhuang Shurong was standing behind him, holding a large pile of wrapped red envelopes in his hand.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Mu Tangchuan asked, seeing that she had changed her soft home service.

"Which is so fast, wait for us to worship the New Year. Hey, this is a sealed red envelope. Someone will come to the New Year tomorrow morning. When you see the children, give them one, you know?"

Zhuang Shurong said that he also handed the thick red envelope on his hand to Mu Tangchuan.